Oh sure, there have been a couple of examples of this particular brand of filmmaking that I have admired—John Boorman’s “Hope and Glory” and Steven Spielberg’s “Empire of the Sun” (especially its astounding first hour or so) immediately spring to mind—but those hardly begin to make up for such utter grotesqueries as “The Tin Drum,” “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” and, of course, the more-appalling-than-ever “Life is Beautiful,” films that take the most horrific event of the 20th century and attempt to milk it for cheap sentiment and, hopefully, Oscar nominations from people who mistakenly assume that just because a movie involves a serious subject like the Holocaust, it must be serious as well and therefore worthy of consideration.
There’s a long tradition of movies seeing war through the eyes of a child – heck, John Boorman’s “Hope and Glory” and Steven Spielberg’s “Empire of the Sun” even came out the same damn year – while Federico Fellini’s “Amarcord” depicted the rise of fascism in Italy as an extended adolescence, authoritarianism as a fart-filled wank.
Desde la visión heroica del campo de batalla ( Fury, Dunkirk, Hacksaw Reach, Saving Private Ryan, The Thing Red Line o Patton ), las pequeñas y poderosas historias de las víctimas de los conflictos ( Empire of the Sun , Roma ciudad abierta, La infancia de Iván, Schindler´s List, The Pianist, Son of Saul, The Tim Drum o The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas ), hasta un género que pareciera imposible de desarrollar en un contexto tan cruel: la comedia ( Inglourious Basterds, The Great Dictator, La Vida es bella, Operation Petticoat o Biloxi Blues ).